After transmigrating as a dog emperor, I pull out an M4 carbine
My story starts with a leash for a dog.
I transmigrate as Emperor Qinzong of Song, the ruler humiliated during the Jingkang Incident, and the Jin drag me north like livestock. Just as I'm about to relive that historical disgrace
Ding! The Weapons Arsenal System has awakened.
“Tonight, let's kill eight Jin dogs as an offering to Heaven.”
When the M4 carbine spits fire, the Jurchen cavalry gets its first taste of a crushing technological advantage. Wanyan Zonghan shouts in terror, “Run! The Song emperor has pulled out an iron rod that spits fire!” I sneer: For the first time in a thousand years, modern weapons blast northern Liaoning.
A question for the soul: trapped in the body of history's most pathetic emperor, should the soul of a special forces soldier bear eternal infamy and scrape by, or rewrite the history books with bullets?
Save the troops, blow up the Jin army, recruit fierce generals, reclaim the old capital, and build a base. Others transmigrate to play political games. I just lay down a barrage of fire. When everyone thinks I mean to restore the Southern Song, I reveal my final trump card
“Who said I was fleeing south? We'll return to the old capital and march on Huanglong Prefecture!”
At Wuguo City, amid wind and snow, the moment the dragon banner rises, more than a hundred rocket launchers take aim at the depths of the grasslands.
He stands atop the city wall, the fury of industrial civilization at his back and the despair of cold weapons before him.
When a modern weapons arsenal falls into the hands of history's most humiliated ruler of a conquered nation, how much firepower will it take to blast a new Great Song into existence?
Jin soldier: “The emperor of Song is being led around on a leash! Hahaha!”
Zhao Huan raises his hand and presses the muzzle to the man's forehead.
“What about now?”
“...Your Majesty, please.”
The subject matter of the story is good and the writing is interesting.